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(Tony Heat)
I rep my paper
I'm on the grind
I hustle hard
I shine
I shine x5

I rep my paper, I'm on the grind
I hustle hard, I shine
I rock the boat, and count the dough
I plant the fame, and watch it grow
I'm reppin quicksilver on tours you know
And I'm rocking size 13 lugz lets go
Seat reclined I'm chillin on my own let me be
Ladies see me on the street, wishin they were dating me
I'm Thirty thousand high you thirty thusand deep
I'm thirty thousand cash, you thirty thousand cheap
They call me SU-COBE yea you know who
Hooked on fonics let me spell on out for you
Go through snapbacks quicker than I go through all these hoes
These golddiggers don't love me but that's how the story goes
Living easy no complaints and no gripes
But fuck with my money, I'll fuck with a life

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In the bed, freak in the sheets
But she's a lady, on the streets
Dirt off my shoulder and on my feet
I rock Atari, obsolete
Time is moving fast, tryna catch me on my grind
With mind on my money and money on my mind
I'm not tossing hundreds, baby yea I'm only tossing ones
At the main stage, mediocre girl, small change
Ain't spending that cash I rep my own style
Hooligans rockin hard player status hostile
Poppin bottles in the club you know its all night long
Watching honies on the floor, I can see her thong
I'm rollin with the crew it's who be we
They call us t-minus sound, that's true guaranteed
So hide yo girl, and grab yo shotty
Cuz we comin, rap e'rbody

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I'm gonna rock all night ot the beat like this
They say I moving to quick, so homie don't trip
Be Digging 34 bars on a dope boy track
And With some 34 Ds on a dope girl rack
I'm show oyu how to win if you show me how to dougie
And if you show me how to hustle, I'll show you what you could be
Being lazy, sleepin in and chillin with my girl
Cuz I ain't got a job, just fuckin with the world
Sitting at table, banging beats altogether
Putting lyrics to these tracks and the music comes together
These girls all call the cops, cuz I go and steal their heart
And then I throw it in the gutter for the homeless ala carte
My crew consists of three, just me myself and I
And I do it on my own, you can see my shit fly.
So watch me go, and touch the sky
I blow it up, 4th of july

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